In the last weeks Jim has lost ground and my hopes dwindle. More skipped beats, fewer plugged-in moments, lots of vacancy. Jim's not reading anymore but still is clipping out the chess column from the newspaper. Not certain he is taking in the info.
He seems sad of late. Well, so am I.
We are together most of the day long. But, even, so there is less of Jim there and I do grow lonely. But depressed so, really, I don't want to see anyone.
Ah, Kat, what a heartbreaking disease this is. Louise Penny's husband also had Alzheimers, and I followed their lives on her blog. And of course, my brother's wife, who is long into it now.
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ReplyDeleteDear Kat, I was so glad to spend time with the two of you (and your great big boy) on Saturday. I hope it was a little respite from the loneliness.
ReplyDeleteI wish this were more than a virtual hug.
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